Number 81: Tunnel of Love
Number 81: Tunnel of Love
Series: Part of the "Numbers" series
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Marvel, Fox, yada, yada, yada..
Feedback: Better than a fake orgasm.
Summary: Marie offers to take the school's van to behed.hed.
Bobby, St. John and several of the other boys returned from a camping trip to the mountains bringing home with them assorted cases of poison ivy, mosquito bites, piles of dirty laundry and one mud-caked van. Two days later the van sat in the garage, still unwashed, but by this time the mud had hardened to the point it needed a professional cleaning. Scott was dismayed that the van was such an eyesore sitting amongst his polished and gleaming 'toys' and demanded that someone take it into town and get the "Fucking thing washed." Which, of course, immediately caused everyone within a one-mile radius to conveniently make themselves scarce. Except for Marie.
"I'll take the van to be washed, Scott," she offered sweetly.
"Thanks, Rogue," Scott said, missing the gleam in Marie's eyes as she took the keys from him.
Marie found Logan alone in the recreation room shooting pool. She smiled when she saw he was dressed only in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.
"Hey, Marie, wanna knock number 72 off your list?" he asked, gesturing to the pool table.
"Later," Marie replied, "right now I gotta take the van to be washed."
Logan just stared at her incredulously, not believing she would turn down a chance to mark off another number on her infamous list.
"Baby, are you feeling okay?" he asked, walking over to her and placing his hand on her forehead, "Hmmm, no fever."
"Logan," she replied, "I'm not sick. I just promised Scott I'd get the van washed. After all, someone's gotta do it."
"But, baby, the pool table's calling," he said as he reached for the hem of her shirt and started lifting it up.
"Logan, I'm trying to get out," she said, swatting his hands away.
"And I'm trying to get 'in'," he replied lasciviously.
"You know, I do have things to do around here besides YOU!"
"I'm just like Jello, baby."
"Jello?"
"You know that saying, 'there's always time for Jello'."
"That's, 'there's always room for Jello'."
"Whatever," he said as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, knowing it always made her weak at the knees.
"Why don't you come with me?" she said, fighting the urge to simply surrender, especially when he licked her on *the* spot, the one right below her ear.
"That's what I'm aiming for, darling, to make you come," he whispered wickedly.
"I meant to the car wash, you pervert."
"Why would I wanna go to a car wash?"
"Because the van will go into one of those tunnels."
"Yeah, so?" he asked, his eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement.
"Where it's kinda dark," she continued.
"Yeah, and?" Logan said, still not following her train of thought.
"And very private. Are you getting my drift here, sugar?"
It suddenly dawned on Logan what Marie was talking about and he broke out into a big grin.
"See, now you get it," Marie said with a mischievous smile.
"But don't those things usually only last about five minutes?"
"Okay," she answered with an exaggerated sigh, "if you don't wanna at least have a quickie."
"Gimme those keys," Logan said as he grabbed them out of Marie's hand, then grabbed her wrist and started toward the garage.
From an upstairs window Jubilee and Kitty watched the van as it drove off.
"What number do you think they're going for this time?" Kitty asked.
Jubilee scanned a purloined copy of the list and after a moment said, "Oh, here it is - in a car wash, number 81."
"Do you really think they're gonna make it through all 112 numbers?" Kitty asked.
"They better. I've got good money riding on it," Jubilee replied, as she loudly cracked her gum.
"I still can't believe you and Johnny set up that betting pool," Kitty said shaking her head.
"There's still time to get in on it. All you gotta do is pick how many numbers you think they'll actually manage to check off and whoever's closest by the end of the summer takes home the jackpot. It's quite a nice chunk of change by now."
"I can't believe that you actually picked 112. You really think they'll do everything on the list?"
"I have great faith in my chica," Jubilee replied with a smirk.
"I also can't believe you actually got the Professor to place a bet."
"He's already out anyway. He only picked twelve. Oh, he of little faith."
"Well, he doesn't need the money," Kitty reasoned.
"I just can't believe that Scott chose such a high number."
"Logan and Rogue are in the room right next door to Scott and Jean's, maybe he should be disqualified for having inside information," Kitty complained.
"Please. The noises emanating from their room, the whole mansion has inside information in that case," Jubilee chuckled.
At the carwash, the attendant asked Logan and Marie if they were going to stay with their vehicle or wait in the lobby area.
"Stay with our vehicle!" They yelled simultaneously.
"Okay, then," the clerk replied, "here's your receipt."
"Thanks, bub," Logan said as he snatched the receipt from the clerk and steered Marie back outside to the van.
The attendants were still vacuuming the interior, so they had to wait a few minutes. Marie stood with her back snuggled into Logan's chest as he wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck. He then moved one of his hands to fondle her breasts, while the other snaked its way under the short skirt and caressed her bottom.
"Logan!" Marie said under her breath as she noticed the old woman standing just to their right watching them disapprovingly.
Logan spun her around and pulled her into a heated kiss, putting on quite a show in the process. They broke apart just as the old woman was passing them and it gave Marie a naughty idea.
"I love you, daddy," she said.
Playing along, Logan told the woman, "We're a very close family."
The woman just huffed and rolled her eyes before marching off in disgust as Logan and Marie fought to suppress their laughter.
"You're such a naughty little girl."
"Yes, and aren't you glad?" Marie replied mischievously.
Finally the attendant waved at them to let them know the van was ready to be placed on the track for the machine.
"How long does the van actually stay in the tunnel?" Marie asked the attendant.
"You've got seven minutes," the attendant replied with a wink.
"Does this thing ever get, you know, stuck?" Logan asked.
"It has," the attendant replied then added, "It can."
Logan took the hint and reached into his back pocket, retrieved his wallet, opened it and removed a hundred dollar bill.
"How long can it get stuck for this?" Logan asked as he returned the wallet to his back pocket and snapped the hundred in front of the attendant's face.
"How long do you need?"
"Twenty minutes?" Logan responded.
"You got it," the attendant told him, snatching the bill and quickly stuffing it in his pocket.
Logan and Marie nonchalantly climbed into the front seats of the van and it began to move down the track toward the tunnel. As soon as the jets of water hit the van, Logan peeled off his shirt as Marie pulled off her own shirt to reveal she wasn't wearing a bra.
"You had this all planned, didn't you, my little vixen?" Logan asked as kicked off his sneakers and pushed down his sweatpants.
"Yup, sure did," Marie replied as slipped off her own shoes, wiggled out her skirt and dropped it on the floor.
Logan reached over, grabbed a hold of her and tumbled them into the next row of seats as the van was sprayed with jets of thick white soap.
"Steering wheel woulda been in my way and also couldn't take a chance we'd accidentally lean on the horn."
Logan then fiddled with his watch briefly before pushing Marie down onto the seat. He then reached down and tore off her panties in one quick rip of fabric.
As he dropped the ruined lingerie to the floor, Marie yelled, "Logan! I thought we'd agreed no more trashing my clothes? How quickly you forget."
"Do you wanna argue or you wanna do something we'd both enjoy?"
"I'm just trying to make a point," she said as they felt the machine grind to a halt, leaving the van covered in a layer of foamy suds.
"Make it later," he said as he leaned down to run his tongue over one of her nipples, making it pebble instantly.
Marie let out a whimper as Logan sucked the nipple into his mouth, all thoughts of another twenty-dollar pair of panties destined for the trash can immediately forgotten. Logan then kissed his way over to the other nipple and reached down between her legs to find that she was already wet. He released that nipple, looked up at her and crooked an eyebrow.
"Forget the foreplay. I want you in me now!' she ordered impatiently.
Logan sat up, spread her legs and maneuvered between them, his cock hard and ready. Marie wiggled her hips in invitation and Logan guided himself to her entrance and plunged into her in one smooth thrust. She always loved the feel of that initial thrust whenever they made love. He leaned forward and pressed his face against her neck, kissing and licking at her sensuously as her hands started raking up and down his back, gently at first and then scratching harder as the tempo of his thrusting increased.
"Oh, God, yes. Harder!" she screamed as he glided in and out of her smoothly.
Logan pushed her knees back a little toward her head and drove into her even further, until he was buried to the hilt. Knowing that he needed to make her come fast, he reached between them and fingered the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her pleasure center. If Marie's moaning and thrashing around beneath him was any indication, it was working.
"That's it, baby, come for me," he whispered in ragged breaths, as he felt her inner muscles clench around his cock even harder.
"Oh, Logan........ yes, oh, yes," she whimpered frantically as she edged closer to the abyss.
They undulated together for a while, in perfect rhythm as always, and then shattered in intense orgasms within mere moments of each other just as the alarm on Logan's watch sounded.
"We have one minute to get dressed before the machine starts up again," Logan explained as he reluctantly withdrew from her.
"Oh. Good idea," Marie replied, "except I don't have any PANTIES!"
"I'll buy you a new pair," Logan promised.
"The sales people at Victoria's Secret are starting to look at me funny."
"So order your stuff on-line from now on," Logan suggested as they climbed back into the front seat and picked up their scattered clothes.
"And Scott said you never have any good ideas," Marie said as she slipped her shirt over her head and pulled her skirt back on.
"Scooter can go sit on something sharp and fucking rotate. Oh wait, I forgot, he already does have a pole up his ass, " Logan said as he pulled on his sweatpants and reached for his shirt.
"I really wish you two would learn to get along," Marie sighed, retrieving a brush from her purse to fix her disheveled hair.
"Fuck, thata be no fun. I hafta have my entertainment you know?" Logan said as a grinding noise indicated the machine had started again and jets of water rained down on the van to rinse off the coagulated soap.
"Aren't I entertaining enough for you?" Marie pouted.
"Baby, being with you is like living at an amusement park; I'm always in for one hellava thrill ride," Logan said with a bemused smirk.
Marie leaned over, kissed him lightly on the cheek, then pulled a pen and a sheet of paper out of her purse and made a little mark on the paper as the van glided past the drying mechanism.
"Well, that takes care of number 81. If we stop at the grocery store on the way home and pick up a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup, we can take care of number 37 when we get home," she said with a mischievous smile.
"We're also need another can of whipped cream," Logan added.
"Ah, yes good old number ten. I remember it well," Marie sighed.
The van came to the end of the track and rolled out of the tunnel as the attendant gave Logan a thumb's up sign.
Logan gave a brief wave as they drove off, the grocery store their next destination.